upon arriving home, we fired up sky captain and the world of tomorrow. why that movie didn't do better is a mystery to me. i mean, huge robots with skulls on their chests? fuck off! that's what EVERY movie should be. hell, if the BSG season finale had been like that, i would have been one happy camper!
so on saturday i got up and made breakfast for my dearest and only: waffles, bacon and scrambled eggs. we had a leisurely breakfast, watched our hour of cooking pr0n on pbs and then hit the kitchen. poor stacky didn't last. she was napping on the couch after a couple of hours. five hours after starting, i was done. it was tiring work that will save time and money in the long run, but it took far longer than i had prepared for mentally. we had some pizza made from bits and pieces of leftovers and suddenly it was time to crash. stacky fell asleep on the couch while i noodled with some musical items on my laptop. nothing was accomplished, but i got to mess around with some stuff, so it's something.
sunday was...hell in a bucket. i seem to have acquired my father's disease and can no longer sleep in past 8 am. so i got up, started some bread, baked some biscuits for breakfast and made some more weird noises on the lappy. stacky woke up, we ate and then she went back to bed for some hot napping action that didn't happen. so she tried to convince me to go shopping with her. i was hesitant. then her mom stopped by to show off her new car and they wound up heading out to get some tops for stacky.
i was left to my tasks. i started some laundry, hit the grocery store, changed the oil in the tdi and then cleaned out he freezer. you know, the one that was filled with 200 pounds of spoiled beef marinading in about 6 inches of blood and drippings? the smell defies description. i didn't gag or puke though, so i'm ready to change diapers i guess.
after letting the streets run red with the blood of the innocent (or so it appeared), i showered, baked chocolate chip cookies for lunches, finished the laundry and sat down with a cup of tea for about 15 minutes before stacky got home. following that, we had dinner, enjoyed a leisurely bath (i love big bathtubs) and pretty much crashed.
sometime in the night, the dog decided that she was going to tempt fate. she rang the bell to go out around midnight. i let her out. about 2 hours later, she did it again. i was pretty sick of that shit, so i clipped her nails. she hates that. a lot. nevertheless, she woke me again around 3-ish. i don't think she was sick or anything...mostly she was just fucking with me (paranoia). so my total sleep for the night is a negative number. this morning, as we ate breakfast and the dog was laying on her futon, i called her over. i made her sit with us and follow me around all morning. why? because i am the tyrant and i make the rules. what did it teach her? nothing. but it made me feel better to know she wasn't lazing about her little couch while i was trying to force myself to tie my boots. does this make me petty? perhaps. but it must be reinforced that i am in charge. because i have thumbs.
i know that i accomplished a lot this weekend. many tasks were completed. but i don't feel like i was productive. now i'm feeling wasted and can barely muster up the strength to tell people to leave me alone. not a banner day for the clock. top it off with stacky having a bad pregnancy day and we have an amazing start to the week.
thus endeth the whine.
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